Figures moved on the grass field; people came and went, unable to sleep.
Daryl sat on the ground, leaning on one knee, kneading and playing with a thin, tender blade of grass covered in sap.
His attention seemed to be entirely on this tender blade of grass, but in reality, he had long since drifted off, reminiscing about something.
"Do you think the Warden is right?"
A voice with a touch of nimble English pronunciation came.
Daryl subconsciously turned his head to look, and what met his eyes first were striped white knee-high socks, followed by a gray pleated skirt.
Daryl then looked up and saw an Asian face with delicate features.
"Song… Yun'er?"
Daryl was a bit hesitant; these Asian names were difficult to pronounce.
Shawn was an exception; everyone was already used to him.
"You can call me Luna too."
Song Yun'er moved closer and sat beside Daryl.
"Nice to meet you."
"How long have you been out?"
Daryl glanced at her, speaking coolly.
When they returned to the Prison, Daryl had personally locked them in cells; outsiders entering the Prison first went into cells, which had almost become a tradition of the Prison.
"Two days before the Warden left the Prison this time."
"We were released a long time ago, but you never noticed us."
As she spoke, Song Yun'er moved closer to Daryl.
Daryl was not used to wearing thick clothes, and his current clothes were still very thin.
At such a close distance, he could even feel the warmth emanating from Song Yun'er.
The expression on Daryl's face was a bit unnatural.
Song Yun'er, on the other hand, did not treat Daryl as an outsider at all, curiously placing her finger on the bowstring of the crossbow at Daryl's side.
But before she could gently pluck it with her finger, Daryl snatched it away and put it aside the next second.
"I don't like people touching my crossbow," Daryl remained cool.
To her surprise, Song Yun'er was not angry at all; instead, she smiled radiantly.
"Sorry, I should have thought of that. I usually don't like people touching my compound bow either, otherwise, it affects my feel, and I have to re-maintain it."
Upon hearing Song Yun'er say this, Daryl's expression softened a little.
However, Song Yun'er's enthusiasm still made him a bit overwhelmed.
He seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up towards the front, not far away.
He saw Merle, with his hands propped on the edge of the watchtower, giving him a meaningful smile from afar.
"Lewd!"
"Huh?"
Song Yun'er looked astonished.
"I wasn't talking about you," Daryl specifically explained.
"Oh…" Song Yun'er lowered her head again.
"Actually, I'm quite envious of you. My bow was taken away by them, her name is… Diana."
"Once you have a specific duty in the Camp, if it's related to outdoor missions, they will allow you to carry it with you."
"But the premise is that you can gain everyone's trust and contribute to the Camp."
Daryl didn't know what was wrong with him.
He seemed to have never explained things so patiently to a stranger, let alone said so many words.
Normally, if he could finish something in one sentence, he would never use a second one.
This only happened when he confided in people he knew well and was very familiar with, such as when chatting privately with Carol.
The more he thought, the more annoyed he became, so Daryl simply said nothing, picked up his crossbow, and turned to leave.
"I'm tired, going to sleep."
After Daryl left.
Song Yun'er hugged her knees with her hands, resting her chin lightly on her forearms, staring at his back until he was out of sight.
Her dark eyes carried a captivating charm, like a man-eating succubus, wanting to hide Daryl directly into this endless darkness.
Song Yun'er murmured aloud.
"He's so cool."
…
Morning.
Shawn didn't know what was wrong, but he woke up a bit late, which was rare.
When he opened his eyes, Beth was lying on him, staring at him intently.
"What's wrong?"
Shawn rubbed his squinted eyes, subconsciously touching his face.
"Nothing, I just feel like you've become even more handsome."
Shawn curved his arm around her waist and gently patted her a few times, getting a few bounces in return.
"How can a man be called handsome? If Merle knew, he'd laugh at me for years."
The two 'spent time' together in the morning.
Then they each put on their clothes and walked downstairs side by side.
Shawn could clearly feel that since last night, Beth seemed to worship him even more.
There was light in her eyes, and the way she looked at him was like looking at a great hero riding on colorful auspicious clouds.
As a result, Beth was unusually clingy today, even wanting to act together with Shawn.
Shawn was helpless, but now he was Beth's closest person; if he didn't spoil Beth, who would?
Agreeing to Beth's request, Shawn patted her head and said.
"You can follow, but you must listen to me every step of the way, understand?"
"Yes, Warden!"
Beth puffed out her chest, her expression serious yet with a hint of uncontainable vivacity and obedience.
Just like that, after walking out of the third-floor office door of the Administrative Building, their identities took a 360° turn.
The Queen of the Prison became Shawn's little fangirl, and Shawn was the Warden in everyone's eyes.
Shawn first had Bray take more than a dozen Zealots with them, and then found Eastman in the corner of the grass field.
He had promised Shawn that he would teach some close combat skills today, so he had appeared here early.
When Shawn led the people towards him.
He held a long, two-headed rounded stick tightly in his hand; the stick was white wood-painted, tough with a hint of elasticity.
When Eastman wielded the long stick, some children and old people stood around.
They watched as Eastman, who was originally a 'psychologist', displayed such ability, and couldn't help but marvel.
It wasn't until Shawn arrived that the surrounding crowd parted to make a path.
"Let's go, we'll practice outside today."
After speaking, Shawn then turned to look at the others who were saluting him with their eyes.
"Have Shane bring Hershel to find us in 3 hours."
Then, after roughly stating their approximate location, Shawn led the group out of the Prison.
There was a river not far from the Prison, and thanks to this, the Prison still had running water available.
Shawn led the group to the river, and Beth already had a long-poled, pointed weapon in her hand.
It was precisely the basic wooden spear Shawn had given her earlier.
"Do I have to practice too?"
Beth's fair skin appeared even more translucent under the faint sunlight, and she turned to look at the prepared Eastman with some curiosity.
"Of course," Shawn came to Beth's side: "This time, you came to me willingly."
"But I can already kill Walkers, can't I?" Beth widened her eyes.
"That's through the barbed wire… And in the future, you might face more than just Walkers. I need you to have self-preservation skills, and you also said you would listen to me."
Shawn tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.
Beth looked at Shawn, then turned to look at Eastman, who responded with a smile.
"Now, let's start the warm-up."
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